Tell me oh me oh my, wasn't that a party?

I have the Irish Rovers stuck in my head thanks to Alex. It started off because he was singing the Gambler by Kenny Rogers. Then he said, "maybe you can tell me who sings the song... I don't even know it... something like me oh me oh my...."

And I finished it for him. This was three hours ago and I'm STILL singing it (in my head).

Oh - yesterday (when I was trying to come up with something to write to amuse you in between my time stamps...) I said I knew there was something kinda funny to write about. Well, I just remembered...

We were driving home from picking the boys up Sunday evening and I noticed that they do not talk while in the car. It's rare that you hear a peep out of either of them. They just sit quietly and ignore each other beautifully. So I said to them "why is it you are so quiet in the car, yet at home you can't keep your hands to yourself and neither one of you is happy unless the other one is wailing like a banshee?"

Brett responds - because you always told us that you might crash if we make any noise. The house doesn't move so we can make all the noise we want.

Guess I was pretty smart cookie when the kids were little. They are too scared to talk while in the car for fear of being in an accident!

Now when the boys start going at it in the basement, I yell down the stairs "STOP or the house is going to crash!"

Hmm. Okay - not very funny. Mildly amusing though.

Fine - go read some other person's blog then!